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jarofstyles · 4 months

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21. “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.”

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Warnings- Mean Dom!H... Fratrry

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Y/N knew it was a bad idea to go back up to his room. He had been badgering her at each party for a repeat of their sex a month back, and for 3 weekends in a row he was making it his personal mission to get her to repeat the process.

It fueled her ego to know that she was that good, that he wasted his time at the parties to follow her around and tempt her. A game of cat and mouse, a sensual back and forth. He'd cornered her in the hallway just 4 days ago as she was leaving the lecture hall, pulling them into an alcove and teased her about her leggings. They were flared and tight, no secret to her that they flattered her well. Secretly, she knew she'd pass him in the hallway and wanted him to look.

Her reservations were simply because he was a bit of a dick. Cocky and arrogant and all the things she shouldn't like, but it sent heat between her thighs when he gripped her chin and kissed her hard and deep, reminiscent of the kiss he'd given her in the dingy bathroom while she sat on the countertop with his prick pounding into her, the music muffling her whimpers.

Of course she wanted a repeat. No one had made her orgasm, not like that. For as cocky as he was, he had a right to be. Fucking her with that hat sitting backwards on his head and that pretentious old rock shirt, getting down on his knees mid fuck to taste her- that had thrown her for a loop. He was mean, which worked out in her favor considering she liked it. His hand around her throat and the filth that left his mouth. He'd made her see stars not once, but twice. Shaky knees as she left, despite his furrowed brow asking her to stay.

She didn't obviously, and he'd been chasing her since. It must mean he held similar sentiments to her, found her to be extremely compatible- to the point of scaring off other men. That had done it for her tonight. What had been meant to be a fight about him following her around had turned into her sat in his lap with his stupid fucking hat knocked off on the ground and her hands in his hair, her bandage dress pulled up to her hips as she rocked on his lap. He tasted like mint and cheap beer, but she didn't mind when he kissed her like he couldn't breathe without her tongue in his mouth.

Breaking apart from her, he held the back of her neck as he pulled her to look at his face. "You want this?" He murmured, slipping his thumb under her lip to clean up her smudged lipstick. "Want me to fuck you like the pretty slut you are?"

Y/N knew she was pathetic, nodding wildly as she tried to reconnect their lips. He wasn't done yet, though. "Good. Made it to my room this time, and you're not gonna run off on me after we finish once. Been Makin' me chase you around because you've got some golden pussy and it's been making me crazy. One time isn't going to be enough for me." He warned, making her melt. His voice had an edge of threat to it that only made her hotter, her clit swollen as she still rubbed up against his jeans. "You sure you're okay with this?" His tone softened a bit as he looked at her face. Despite being a dickhead he'd cared a lot about consent both times they'd fucked around.

"Yes- Yes, I really want it. Please." In the morning she was going to regret being so needy, so whiny. Giving him more fuel to feed his ego. But right now, she craved what only he seemed capable of giving her.

His swollen lips curled up in a smirk, humming in his throat. “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.” He sent her off, watching her on wobbly legs to flick the lock on his door. Peeling off his jeans, he kicked them to the side and stood expectantly as she made her way back to him. "There we are. Looks like you've got enough thought in that pretty little head to follow instructions." His hand came up and gripped her cheeks, making her lips pout out before dipping his head down to rest his forehead against hers. "Lets hope you keep that up. Know you get a bit dumb when you cum." He placed a sloppy kiss to her pouted lips before releasing her face.

She never imagined anyone talking to her this way would make her that horny, that melty and soft, wanting to get on her knees and listen him, but it did. He knew how to coax her, this near stranger. He pulled the dress off of her form, cursing under his breath as he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "Insane body, y'know that? Fucking mental." Her breasts were bare, as they usually were in outfits like this. His fingers ran down the valley of her chest, past her belly button and the waistband of her stupid thong. "Did you know you were going to give into me tonight? Couldn't handle a vibrator one more time?" He clicked his tongue. "Needed to be fucked until you're a begging mess? Didn't even do half of what I wanted t'do to you last time." His fingers tugged on the flimsy panties, tugging them down her legs. She let him. All she could do was nod.

It was like her mouth and brain weren't connected with him. All she wanted to do was say yes, please, more.

"Dunno why you fought me so hard when you know how good we feel together... But you're not going to be able to hobble out of here when m'done with you. So..." He grabbed her phone and placed it in her hand. "Let your friends know you're with me, you're safe, you've got a ride home tomorrow. Or not." His lips kissed sloppily over her breasts before he licked the right nipple. "Maybe you'll come to your senses and stay the weekend, let me do all the filthy things you want. Deprived, needy whore like you would probably love that."

She typed with shaking fingers, pausing when he sucked her nipple into his hot, wet mouth- only for him to pull back with his teeth grazing the swollen bud. "Not dumb for me already, baby..." He clicked his tongue in faux disappointment. "S'pathetic. Type out the message while I play with your pretty tits, and then I'll give you what you want."

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imaginesandbandfiction · 2 months

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Triad Part 10 — Reunion Part

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: This POV switching is either incredibly hot or completely unhinged, you be the judge. I’ve decided (discovered) that Az has a bit of a daddy kink and loves to be called baby. Please enjoy, ig?

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Warnings: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. A lot. Smut, anal sex, crossdressing (just a little bit, as a treat, but you might want to skip it if you’re sensitive to this sort of material), long distance sex, unprotected sex (they’re faeries. i think they take a potion for that or something), edging, slight daddy kink and dom/sub vibes

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows and happily ever afters, but you learn how to supplement each other’s magic through the bond and the boys learn to separate Az and Cas from Azriel and Cassian. Out on a mission? That’s Azriel and Cassian. But at home, or in the safety of a private, warded tent? Az and Cas start to spill their softness onto each other.

Trust and vulnerability are built in the bedroom first. It’s the easiest (and most fun) way to let your guards down, to let each other in.

Slowly but surely, that comfort starts to seep out into everyday life. It’s subtle, at first. Reassuring hand squeezes, soft smiles, quick pecks on cheeks, foreheads, lips; seeing your mates open up to each other makes the bond (and your heart) swell with love.

The first time Az calls Cas baby outside of the bedroom, you practically disintegrate.

Somewhere along the line, the edges blur a little bit. Cas will pull Az into his lap when they’re in Rhys’s office debriefing after a mission, needing to feel the beat of his mate’s heartbeat against his hand as proof that he’s still alive, or Az will send the cool, calming presence of his shadows to give Cas extra strength on the battlefield.

And tucked away in the relative privacy of a safe house, well…

“Cassian,” Az’s low growl slips through the crack beneath the door into the bathroom where Cas stands in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He pushes the door open and, toothbrush dangling out of one corner of his mouth, pokes his head out.

His face twitches with amusement at the sight of his mate’s narrowed eyes and furrowed brow; the dark brown sweater that usually pulls taught across Az’s chest sags, hanging loose in the shoulders. Cas’s face disappears for a second so he can spit his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and then he stalks into the bedroom, crossing the distance between him and Az in long, lazy steps.

“You ruined my favorite sweater,” Az grumbles, swatting at the arms trying to snake their way around his waist.

“Sorry, baby, I couldn’t help it,” Cas responds, sending a flash of burning red magic towards his mate, tugging him back into Cas’s chest. “I missed you, and it just smelled so good…” Cas buries his face in Az’s hair, breathing that scent in.

“We’re supposed to be packing, you know,” Az murmurs, letting his body sink against the broad chest behind him. He’s in no hurry to leave, though he probably should be.

Cas trails his lips up until they’re hovering above Az’s ear.

“I know, I know. I’m worried about Y/N, too.” Cas pauses to clear his thickening throat. “I’ll finish packing—why don’t you take her down to the cafe for coffee and bring us back breakfast?” He ducks down to suck on Az’s earlobe, relishing in the way the supple flesh gives way to his teeth.

“You sure?”

“Yeah—go spend some time with our girl, make sure she feels special before we leave.”

While Cas finishes packing, Az takes you on a short walk to the nearest cafe, stopping at a flower cart to buy you a bouquet of beautiful red roses accented by baby’s breath and the most gorgeous, deep blue thistles.

When you return, Cas is seated at the kitchen table, the bags all packed and set next to the front door. The sight of them makes your stomach tighten and your mates feel a flutter of sadness tickling the bond.

Az starts setting out the food and you climb into Cas’s lap, straddling him with your flowers still cradled in your arm. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you steady, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Aw, did Azzie buy you some pretty flowers, baby?” he asks, running a hand up your back to thread his fingers in your hair.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “They’re red and blue to remind me of you while you’re gone.”

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The first morning of their mission, Az wakes up to the sound of Cassian’s grunting and heavy breathing outside the little cabin they’re staying in. He peeks out the window to see his mate running through his morning training exercises and lets a smile take over his face at the familiar sight of tanned muscles straining under pressure.

Unfortunately, Az has to get going. He can’t linger, so he trudges over to his bag and digs out some clothes. Black pants, loose-fitting white tunic, a slim-fitting Illyrian leather vest, socks and… underwear. He can’t find any underwear. Just as he’s about to stomp outside and chew out Cas for forgetting to pack such an essential article of clothing, he remembers the pocket sewn onto the front of the bag. Unzipping it reveals a brightly-colored mess of silky, lacy underthings. Your underthings.

Frustration gives way to amusement as Az’s lips curl up into a smirk. He’s a man of opportunity, so he takes the challenge presented to him. Two can play at this game. He pulls out the pair he knows Cassian loves the most and layers his clothes over them, heading outside to drop a kiss on Cas’s lips before he leaves for the day.

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It’s late. Too late, Cassian thinks as he twirls the glass in his hand, the deep red Fae wine swirling against the inside. Taking a long sip, he lets the alcohol sink in, dulling his worries so you and Az don’t feel them through the bond.

He drains the liquid and gets up for a refill, settling himself back into the armchair in front of the roaring fireplace. When his cup is nearly empty again, the old, wooden door creaks open and cool shadows stream in, brushing against Cas’s skin.

Azriel toes off his boots, leaving them on the mat next to the door, and grabs the half-empty bottle of wine off the kitchen counter before crossing the room to stand in front of Cas’s chair.

Cas eyes the bottle and tugs on Az’s free hand, pulling him closer.

“Rough day?” he asks, burying his face in Az’s chest.

“You could say that,” Az says, scowling a bit as he takes a swig straight from the mouth of the bottle.

Cas hums, knowing that if Az wants to talk about it, they’ll get there eventually. For now, he’s content to settle Az in his lap, letting the Shadowsinger use him as a chair. Az leans back, wings settling against Cas’s broad chest. His head fits perfectly perched atop Cas’s shoulder. The General’s hair is falling out of its messy topknot and Az twists the stray locks in his fingers as Cas works loosening the ties that lace up the back of Az’s vest until he can slip his hands under the soft tunic beneath the leather. Az’s lips tighten to prevent the smile from breaking on his face as Cas explores the expanse of skin now available to him.

The Lord of Bloodshed takes his time, trailing his fingertips lightly up and around the base of Az’s wings. Slowly, he moves further down, halting when he feels a rough patch situated just below the dips on Az’s lower back.

Cassian doesn’t attempt to hide his shit-eating grin. Instead, he lets it split him open and tucks his chin over one of Az’s shoulders, pushing the tunic up higher so he can get a good look at the panties peeking out from the tops of Az’s trousers. Red silk, trimmed with matching lace—Cas’s favorites.

“Did you like the surprise I packed for you, baby?” Cas asks, nudging Az up with one thigh so he can slip those pants down. Az complies readily, malleable under Cas’s touch, and it melts the General’s heart. He was worried that Az would be upset or embarrassed; the few other times they’ve been alone together have been rougher. Growling and fighting for dominance as their bullheaded Illyrian genes kicked in.

Not this time, though. This time, Az nods against Cas’s shoulder as the other male cups his hands beneath Az. The panties are cheekier on you, the soft flesh of your ass spills out the sides in such a beautiful way, but they hug Az’s pert, muscular cheeks perfectly, too.

Hey, princess, I have something to show you. Are you alone? Cas asks, opening up the bond to reach out to the third member of their Triad.

You’re back home, soaking in the tub after a grueling day of work. The clinic has been overloaded with refugees from Under the Mountain, mostly women and children, mostly victims of the tensions rising within the Court of Nightmares. That’s why you aren’t with your mates—Rhys couldn’t justify pulling you away from Madja to tag along on a routine, three-day reconnaissance mission.

You shift in the tub, lifting your hips and running a hand down your stomach, sending the image through to your mates. Excitement flares up between the three of you, and your effort is rewarded with a peek through Cassian’s eyes. The sight of Azriel on display in a pair of your panties sends heat to your core and you squirm, tucking your fingers down to graze against your clit.

Enjoying the view? Cas asks, chucking to himself as he feels your arousal pulsating down the bond. You answer with another image, this time one of your finger circling your hole, distorted by the water.

Az feels his skin heating up and turns slightly to bury his face in Cas’s hair.

“Aw, baby,” Cas coos, clutching Az closer. “Feeling shy?”

“No,” Az grumbles. “‘M just tired.” It’s true; Cas can feel Az’s weight pressing down on him as the Shadowsinger lets all the tension release from his body.

“That’s okay. I’ll take care of you, Azzie. You just gotta sit there and look pretty while we put on a show for our girl. Think you can do that for me?”

Cas bumps his nose against Az’s, then presses their lips together when the other male nods his assent. While Az is distracted, Cas tugs his vest all the way off and unbuttons his tunic, letting both fall to the floor. Then he helps Az clamber off his lap, swallowing his mate’s disgruntled huff as he maneuvers them both into a standing position so he can push Az’s pants all the way down. He has to pull away to shed his own clothes, which he does in record time, and then he settles back into the chair.

He takes a moment to appreciate the view in front of him; Az’s cock bulges, straining the thin fabric encasing it. Cas hooks his fingers into the lacy waistband, rubbing his thumb over the small bow that rests just above the wet spot where Az’s tip rests trapped against his stomach.

Through the bond, you can see everything, and the sight of Az tucked into a pair of your panties has you dipping two fingers into the wet heat of pussy.

Cas moves his thumb lower, pressing against the wet spot and coaxing a needy whine from Az.

“C’mere, baby,” Cas murmurs, “sit on my lap again.” Azriel obeys, turning around and lowering his ass until it rests against Cas’s bare cock. Reaching one hand down, Cas adjusts himself so his cock is pressed between the Shadowsinger’s thighs. He grabs Az’s waist and guides him into rocking back and forth, feeling the soft silk rubbing against his own rock-hard length. “That’s it, good boy, already so wet for me, aren’t you?”

Az whimpers, grinding down in search of more friction, and your walls tighten around your fingers.

Cas lets one of his hands drop down to palm Az’s clothed cock, feeling the fabric dampen even more beneath his touch. With the other, he slips beneath the silk to trace one finger around Az’s rim, slowly coaxing him open.

By this point Az is oozing precum, so it’s easy for Cassian to slide forward and collect some with his fingers, using it to help ease first one, then two, then three inside. Az squirms in Cas’s lap as his body opens up to accommodate the intrusion.

What do you think, sweetheart? Cas asks you through the bond. You think he’s ready for me?

Yes, you say, mental voice just as breathy as it would be if you were speaking out loud. Yes, he’s ready.

Cas senses your impending orgasm and waits, curling his fingers inside Az to make him whine.

Wait, love, he coos at you. Your hand stills, obeying his orders even from halfway across Prythian, but you can’t stop your thighs from quivering with the force of holding back the waves of pleasure building up inside you.

He knows what he’s doing and relishes in the satisfaction of being able to pull you back from the edge with just two words. Making sure the link is wide open so you can see it all, he uses two fingers to pull the panties aside and spread Az open.

Why don’t you go get one of your toys, princess, Cas tells you as he sinks his cock into your shared mate. Chest heaving, you push yourself up and clamber out of the tub on shaky legs. You swipe a towel off the rack on your way back into the bedroom and toss it down before you collapse into the plush mattress. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dig around in the drawer until your hand wraps around the smooth, flesh-like material.

You give Cas a glimpse through your eyes at the dildo as you slide it between your aching lips.

Good girl, he tells you, grunting as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips to fuck up into Az in deep, punishing strokes. Back in Velaris, you increase the speed of your hand, trying to match his.

Cas’s magic is soaring, bubbling up within him as he absorbs the raw, desperate need flowing into him from his mates. He tightens his grip on Az’s hips with one hand, nails biting into the Shadowsinger’s flesh just above the hem of his panties. The other slips around front to slide down Az’s abs and settles with a flat palm pressing against the soaking silk-covered bulge.

“Fuck, you’re both so wet for me, aren’t you?” He moans, squeezing Az’s length. Az bucks up, grinding against Cas’s touch in sloppy, desperate circles.

“Please, Cas, I need to—“ Az whines, moving one foot up to the edge of the chair to use as leverage, to get into the exact right position where he can feel Cas pressing against his prostate and Cas pressing against his cock, the delicious friction of damp fabric against sensitive skin…

Please, Cassie, you echo, shoving the dildo up until it bottoms out, your thumb pressing against your clit in just the right way…

Cas is close to bursting, but he pushes through the desire tugging all of the blood away from his head and into his cock. He pushes through the red hot flames circling his groin from the inside out enough to snarl, “Cum for me,” offering sweet release to his mates. The loves of his life.

He watches through your eyes as your pussy flutters around the dark pink toy, can feel wet heat filling the fabric beneath his hand as Az releases into those Cauldron-damned panties.

The General bows his head to his mates, hair cascading over one shoulder as he pulls Az flush to his chest. The Shadowsinger sighs; and it’s the sweetest goddamn thing Cas has ever heard.

He explodes. The force of his magic pulsing down the bond sends aftershocks straight to your core and you whimper, slowing but not stopping your thrusts.

Azriel sinks back against Cassian, boneless and spent, content to wait in the tight embrace of his mate until Cas’s thrusts slow to a stop.

It takes a while for Cas to come back after that. He just clings to Az, rests his head, chin hooked over one lean shoulder. You lay in bed, toy slipping out of your slickened hole, and muster enough energy to send a bit of shimmering, deep purple magic his way.

Cas feels it settle into his veins, and his breathing slows. He feels warm and sated and sticky but in a good way. Blinking eyes take in the sight of those panties, stained a shade darker than they’d been when Cassian saw them there, folded up in the laundry like that. Taunting him with the promise of shadows wrapped in red silk, tanned thighs trimmed with lace. Practically begging to be taken.

You owe me a new pair, Azzie. They can feel you pouting through the bond. Az chokes, sputtering against Cas until you put him out of his misery and coo, you look so pretty in those. I want you to keep them.

Smirking against Az’s shoulder, Cas sends a chuckle down the bond. I’ll buy you a whole new drawerful, darling. He pauses and nips at the skin beneath his lip, picturing his mates wrapped up in new lingerie like pretty little gifts from his former self. One for each of you, if you want.

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ladyrandombox · 1 year

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Cas: "Dean it's too early and I haven't consumed enough caffeine yet to deal with your shenanigans." *Dom brow activated*

Dean: "That's not what you said when I "kissed" you awake this morning." *eyebrow wiggle* You love me babe and you know it." 😘

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xfancyfranart · 5 months

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This Blade for Hire

Taking part in the @deancas-stabfest was a fantastic last minute decision! These mods do an amazing (and hilarious) job, and I've had so much fun collabing with @friendofcarlotta again.

Go and read "This Blade for Hire" HERE!

Dean still thinks that angels are dicks until he doesn't, Cas proudly wears not only flannel, but also his dom brow and a demon blade, and the girls finally get to stab each other too. Enjoy~

(My second Stabfest collab posts on Monday, so stay tuned <3)

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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The First Bite

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: After you get partnered with Billy for an undercover operation, you’re eager to tell Madani exactly why this is a bad idea. Things do not go to plan.

Warnings [18+]: smut, oral (male receiving), blood consumption, (reader drinks from Billy), mention of non con blood drinking on an underaged Billy, mentions of murder, heavy on the sub!Billy vibes, (Billy is definitely trying to hide his praise kink, blood kink, and pain kink but the reader is onto him), very soft dom!reader, Billy has a sub drop, aftercare

A/N: I’ve missed writing for Billy and had no idea it had been so long since I wrote a full fic for him (so I decided to finally write this idea - it sort of possessed me and I wrote it within a night)

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Billy Russo smells insanely good. To the point in which, on bad days, you need to clench your jaw tightly when he breezes by to suppress the thoughts of sinking your fangs into his throat.

You’ve never met a human that tests your restraint like him, and the worst part is that it doesn’t take a genius to know that Billy doesn’t like vampires.

The tension in his shoulders when he realises that he’s in the company of one of your kind is obvious, though he isn’t openly hostile towards you. At best, he tolerates you, nodding politely in greeting, and listening to your points during meetings.

You had worked with his friend Frank plenty of times, and the two of you got along well, which seemed to ease some of Billy’s discomfort.

But then you’re assigned an undercover operation, with Billy as your partner.

“What the hell is this?” You snap, throwing down the manila file onto Agent Madani’s desk.

She doesn’t look away from her computer screen, continuing to type as she remarks,

“I see you received my mission plan.”

“I told you no, Madani.” At that, she looks up at you with a raised brow. “This isn’t safe for Russo.”

She tilts her head aside with a smirk.

“I thought your self control was better than that.”

You lean forwards, fists closed as you press your knuckles against the glass of her desk.

“My self control is perfect.” You state fiercely. “It’s everyone else I’m concerned about.” You glance down at the file. “This club has an open policy. An unclaimed human is free use for any vampire.”

“Then claim him.”

You recoil, anger and disgust crawling over your skin. A claim was something personal and intimate. Not some act of convenience for a mission.

“No.”

Dinah looks surprised by your outright refusal. A lot of vampires wouldn’t mind an excuse to stake their claim on a human - especially one as good looking as Billy.

“I’m not going to coerce him into making a commitment like that just for the sake of saving you time, when you could plan something far better to get an in with these people.”

“And what if I said yes?” A familiar voice asks.

You swivel around quickly, eyes widening at the sight of Billy leaning against the bookcase behind you. One of his hands is settled in the pocket of his trousers, and you can’t deny that he looks delectable.

But you hadn’t smelt his scent when you had stormed in here, and you couldn’t smell him even now.

“Scent blockers.” He remarks in explanation.

You nod faintly, stunned by his sudden appearance.

“They work pretty good.”

“Can we talk?” Billy asks, standing up straight and gesturing towards the door. You nod.

“Sure.”

Neither of you speak as you walk down the corridor. Billy opens the door to your office, and steps inside.

He rounds your desk, sitting down on the chair there as he leaves you standing.

“Would you do it?” Billy asks.

“Do what?”

“Claim me.”

You shake your head.

“Only if you wanted me to.”

He raises a brow.

“And if I want you to?”

“This isn’t because of the op, is it?”

Billy looks down, fiddling with the Newton’s cradle that sits on your desk. He nudges one of the metal balls lightly, knocking them together which makes a minute clinking sound that only you - with your heightened senses - can hear.

“It isn’t because of the op.” He admits quietly.

“I thought you didn’t like my kind.”

He shakes his head. Then he rolls his left shoulder with a slight grimace on his face.

“It ain’t that.”

His eyes go distant as he stares across the room, seemingly lost in his memories, and from the look on his face they can’t be good ones.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You assure him.

“There was this rich scumbag vampire, who used to visit the group home I was at.” Billy lifts his gaze up to meet yours briefly. “Not many of us had met a real vamp before. He used to play games with us, stickball, hoops, whatever…”

A smile flickers over his lips, only for a moment, before his expression hardens.

“I was eleven, and that was when I found out how… appealing I am for your kind.”

“Billy.” You say softly, guilt gnawing at your stomach for how much you want him. He looks up at you.

“It’s your instincts, I know that now. We all think about doing terrible things sometimes. Doesn’t mean we’re terrible people.”

He rolls his shoulder again, a familiar tick, but you’ve never pondered the reason behind the movement. Now, you zero in on it as he says,

“That was the first, and last time, I’ve been drank from.”

You’re still for a long moment, staring hard at Billy’s face before you ask him.

“What was his name?”

His eyes lift to meet yours.

“You’re not going after him.”

It takes everything in you not to snarl in response.

“The hell I’m not. You were a kid Billy, instincts or not, there’s no excuse.”

“He’s already dead.” Billy states, and some of the tension leaves you. “Frankie and I tracked him down a couple of years ago.”

“And?”

“The fucker got what he deserved.”

You nod, the edge of a wicked smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Good.”

When he hears your response, Billy’s eyes go glassy for a moment, before he shakes himself slightly.

“So, you want me to claim you?” You ask softly. He nods. “You’re sure?”

He gestures for you to come closer, and you round your desk as he turns your chair so that you can stand between his parted thighs.

“I’m sure.” Billy says as he settles his hands on your waist, tugging you closer.

You get the memo, and move to straddle his lap. The sound of your heels dropping from your feet, and the crease of leather as Billy adjusts his position, fills the room.

Whatever scent blockers he had taken, must be wearing off, because the scent of him is slowly filling your nose, making your teeth ache.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do?” You ask quietly. There’s confusion in his dark eyes, so you add, “Anything that makes you uncomfortable?”

“Don’t bite my left shoulder.” You nod immediately.

Billy looks back down at your thighs as he smooths his thumb over the hem of your skirt.

“And don’t call me pretty.”

“Okay.” You say in a near whisper.

With one hand, he tugs at his tie, loosening it with practiced ease away from the collar of his shirt. Then he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt. The movement allows a little more of his scent to reach you, and your mouth begins to water for a taste of him.

“We’ll have to do this several times.” You warn him. “Layer the bites to make the claim seem genuine.”

Billy hums in response.

“You just looking for an excuse to have me again already?”

A smile tugs at your lips, as you shake your head at him, looking up at his eyes sparkling with amusement. In response, you press a gentle kiss against his thundering pulse.

“This okay?” You ask.

His voice fails him, and Billy can only nod.

Nuzzling your nose against his neck, you inhale deeply, choking down a keening whine at his scent. Billy’s fingers are splayed wide over your thighs, squeezing the flesh with an increasingly tightening grip.

“You ready?” Your words are breathed softly against the shell of his ear, and Billy shudders.

“Yes.”

“Three taps on my thigh, and I’ll stop.”

He blinks at you for a moment. Then he nods.

“Three taps.” He repeats in confirmation.

It’s only then that you extend your fangs, pressing them into the skin of his throat and begin to draw blood.

He tastes rich with an underlying sweetness, the best you’ve ever had, and you’re desperate for more. Your chest is pressed flush against his, and you can feel his heart beat not only between your teeth, but against your own pounding heart.

He gasps a little when you pull away, but he tightens his hold on you.

“Make it messy.” He demands in a breathless voice. You blink for a moment, before you’re leaning back in, eager to oblige.

You bite higher up his neck, sucking harshly for a few seconds before you withdraw, only to lower your mouth around an inch before you’re biting again.

The startled whimpers from Billy would concern you, if you couldn’t taste the endorphins rushing through his blood.

Once you’ve left a rather decorative trail of bites along his throat, you press your tongue firmly over them as you lick a clean stripe along his pulse line.

He moans lowly, hips jerking against yours. Billy Russo likes some pain. Interesting.

When you finally pull away for good, you take a moment to admire your work.

Billy’s cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of pink, the tips of his ears burning red, and his lips are begging to be kissed. The blooming marks over his throat soothe something primal in you.

Now all those vampires that stare at him as soon as he steps off the elevator will know they don’t stand a chance. When he returns to Anvil, his own company, your claim will follow, daring anyone to touch what isn’t theirs.

A flush of embarrassment runs through you when you realise Billy is also watching you. Quickly, you retract your fangs, and search for a tissue to remove the blood from your lips. You don’t want to upset him with the sight of it.

His fingers curl around your wrist as you reach for the tissue box on your desk.

“I ain’t afraid of a little blood, darlin.”

Your eyes darken as he takes your finger into his mouth, sucking away some of his blood that had found its way there. A growl claws in your chest, eager to break free and lay claim on him all over again.

Instead you kiss him.

He responds instantly, sucking his own blood from your lips which has a montage of thoughts and fantasies spilling into your mind. You want to scrape your nails over his body, and admire the red lines you would leave. You want to bite his hips, mouth your way over his adonis belt, you want to lick every inch of him.

You want to bite his thighs.

Homeland had sent you to oversee a training session at Anvil once, and Billy had been wearing a pair of shorts, which had almost been your undoing. Firm strong muscle, his skin flushed from the exercise, blood eager for the taking. You had almost broken another vampire’s jaw when you heard him make a crude remark about Billy.

You’re brought back to the present by Billy nipping your lower lip between his teeth. It’s almost cute, his blunt teeth trying to emulate the feelings you had given him with your fangs.

The two of you moan together, and nothing has ever sounded sweeter.

Then you freeze.

“Shit.” You hiss.

“What?” He asks you with a frown as you attempt to move away.

“Madani’s heading this way.”

He grins, leaning back in your chair as if he owns the place.

“And?”

You raise a brow at him, and he merely mimics your expression.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Thought your self control was perfect.” You hear her remark.

Narrowing your eyes at the door, you scoff.

“Fuck off Madani, I’m busy.”

At that moment, you cup Billy’s bulge, and he moans loudly. His eyes widen, and a fresh flush coats his cheeks as your eyes darken. You can feel Madani’s embarrassment through the door, and hear her hurried steps as she moves back to her office.

“Can I put my mouth here, Billy?” You ask coyly, squeezing his throbbing erection through the fabric of his trousers.

He whines.

“Wanna make you feel good.” He protests, grasping onto your waist weakly.

“Having you in my mouth will feel good.” You reason with him. “I want to taste you, Billy.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you so that you can slide down to kneel between his thighs, level with his bulge. You undo his trousers, and tug his boxers out of the way so that you can pull out his hardened cock.

“Such a gorgeous cock, Billy.” You praise, and he tips his head back to rest against your chair.

You take him deep into your mouth, almost the entire way, and the sudden warmth of your lips sealed around him makes Billy cry out.

“Fuck.” You moan lowly, and the vibrations have Billy groaning. “Fuck.”

Then you pull off him, only to lick over the length of his cock, smearing your salvia with his own arousal as you suckle on the head. The noises Billy makes provides ample encouragement, and you take him into your mouth once again.

This time, you nearly gag, and Billy grasps onto your head, hand fisting your hair as a means to ground himself. When you withdraw again, you’re gasping, but continue to lather his cock with your tongue. He whimpers.

“Darlin, I won’t last.” He warns you, knowing that the next time you take him fully into your mouth he won’t be able to stop himself.

You give his thighs a reassuring squeeze.

“Want you to cum down my throat, baby.”

Billy squeezes his eyes closed tightly, nodding in agreement.

When you take him into your mouth this time, you suck gently, coaxing him into climaxing as you rub soothingly over his thighs. His orgasm hits him hard, and he groans loudly as he spills into your mouth. You stay still for a long moment, swallowing his spend which pulls a soft whine from Billy’s lips.

He’s boneless as he sinks into your chair, his cock soft as you remove him from your mouth. He hisses as the chill of your office meets his sensitive skin. You continue to rub over his thighs, encouraging the tensed muscles to relax as you both catch your breath.

Even from your place on the floor, you can see the smile on Billy’s face as he leans his head back into the headrest of your chair.

Through the haze of lust, you hear the sound of the elevator pinging in the distance, and the scent of a familiar vampire stepping onto the floor.

“What is it?” Billy asks, watching you identify whoever had caught your attention.

“Carson Wolf has just got off the elevator.” You explain. “We might wanna clean up quickly.”

In a flurry of movement, you tug out a handful of tissues to clean up Billy. He takes them from you, smiling appreciatively.

On shaky legs, you manage to stand and open up a window, hoping to disguise the scent of what had just occurred.

When you turn back to look at Billy, he looks more or less put together. There’s a few splatters of blood on his shirt, and the flush isn’t gone from his cheeks, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.

He stands smoothly, though he places a hand on the corner of your desk to steady himself as he moves away from your chair.

“Sit down there.” You command him, pointing at the chair on the other side of your desk, and he obeys instantly.

Settling down in your chair, you try not to think about how Billy had just been sitting where you are now. Instead, you open up the file for your upcoming op with Billy.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You ask him, tapping your finger against the open file. He looks down at the papers for a moment before he nods.

“Yeah, I do.”

“It might be quite intense.”

“I can handle it.” He states firmly.

Just as you’re about to explain exactly how intense it might be for him, there’s a knock at the door. Billy tenses ever so slightly, and you look over at him before you call out,

“Come in.”

The door opens, revealing your boss, Carson Wolf. You don’t look it, but you’re around the same age as him, and the two of you had known of one another for a long time before you started work at Homeland.

“Mr Wolf.” You greet with a casual nod. He responds with a small smile, before he turns to Billy.

“Mr Russo.” He holds out a hand for Billy, to which Billy stands to shake with a firm hand of his own.

Something unpleasant crawls over your skin as you watch another vampire touch Billy so soon after your claim.

“Pleasure to see you again, sir.” Wolf nods.

“Glad you were willing to help us with this.”

“Always happy to help, sir.” Billy says with a twist in his smile, and you can’t stop the bloom of pride in your chest at the meaning behind his words.

You study Wolf’s reaction as his eyes fall to Billy’s neck. It’s only natural for a vampire to sneak one glance, even when they’re trying to be professional. He steps back slightly, which you appreciate.

Billy sits back down, and Wolf looks over at you.

“I’ll let you get on with it then.” He remarks. “No doubt you have plenty to discuss.”

You nod in agreement.

“Yes we do.”

“Good work.” He adds, nodding between you and Billy.

“Thank you, sir.”

Wolf closes the door behind him, and you listen to his footsteps receding, before you look back up at Billy. The lack of aftercare he’s had concerns you.

“You wanna get out of here?” You ask him as casually as possible, not wanting to worry him.

Billy nods and pulls out his phone, which has a frown creasing at your brows.

“What are you doing?”

“Messaging my driver.”

“I’ll drive you home.” He shakes his head, blinking heavily afterwards.

“I’m not heading home. I’ll be going back to Anvil.”

“Billy. You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“I’m fine.” He insists.

“The only reason you’re fine is cause you’re currently running on adrenaline. You’ll crash pretty soon.”

He pauses for a moment, assessing his body, and he seems to only just notice the way his leg is bouncing.

“Alright.”

Satisfied with his answer, you nod and begin to tidy away your files. Not looking up at him, you ask,

“What’s your favourite drive-through?”

“I’m not hungry.”

You look up at him sharply. He relents with a sigh.

“There’s a McDonald’s round the corner from my place.”

“Good.”

As soon as you pull up at the drive-through, Billy decides to act like a brat.

When you ask him what he wants, he crosses his arms and refuses to speak. The pause is so long that the server on the other end of the speaker believes you’ve disappeared.

You’re thoroughly tempted to buy him a happy meal. Act like a child, get treated like a child. You force yourself to remember that he’s been through a lot within the last hour, and that a simple question like ‘what do you want’ might be harder for him to answer.

So, you order for him, ensuring to ask for a few bottles of water and orange juice to help with his fluid and vitamin levels. Not to mention ordering whatever bakery product had the most dark chocolate in it - for his iron and sugar.

He gives you reluctant directions to his apartment building, and protests when you get out of the car with him.

You shake your head at him.

“I’m not leaving you alone until I know you’re safe.”

He sighs, but his shoulders are slumped a little more than usual, and his eyes look heavy. Since his hands are full with the food, he gives you his floor number so that you can press the correct button in the elevator.

You fish his keys out of his coat pocket, and unlock the door for him. As he moves to the kitchen, dumping the food down on the kitchen island, you trail after him.

“Not that I don’t appreciate all this,” He starts, waving a hand at the paper bags he had discarded. “But you can go now. I’m home.”

“Do you want me to?” You ask quietly.

He falters.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to go.”

His lower lip wobbles ever so slightly, and your heart breaks as he swallows down his emotions.

“I’m fine on my own. Always have been.” He adds with a shrug.

“But do you want to be?”

“Do I wanna be alone? What kinda question is that?” He swallows hard, his throat bobbing and his cheeks flushing as he tries to hold back again. “No, I don’t.”

“Come here.” You say softly. Billy stares hard at the ground, not looking at you as he steps closer.

You make the first move. Sliding your arms around him, and pressing your face against his chest, right next to his beating heart.

“I want to stay with you, Billy. If you’ll let me.”

You feel him nod as he presses his face into your hair. Then his arms wrap around your body, holding you in a fierce grip.

“Don’t leave.” He mumbles pleadingly.

“I won’t.”

The two of you stay like that, Billy curled tightly around you, as you stroke down his back soothingly. It’s only once you remember that his food will be getting cold that you encourage him to relocate to the living room.

You ensure that he’s comfy, settled on the couch and offer him the food you’d ordered for him. Unsurprisingly, Billy is starving. He eats eagerly, and you decide not to make a remark about his attitude at the drive-through.

Once he’s had his fill, you can hear his heart rate slowing as his eyes droop. They flutter closed briefly when you slide a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

“You wanna nap, baby?” You ask in a soft voice.

His breathing hitches, before he’s nodding with his eyes closed.

“Come here.”

He obeys with his eyes closed still, shifting closer to cuddle against your side. His face presses against the crook of your neck, and you tug a throw blanket over his body.

He whines quietly when you shift, but you’re quick to reassure him, your lips brushing against his forehead as you speak.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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The throuple

Dean Winchester/Angel!Castiel/Female Reader

Warning: Implied Smut. Non-descriptive nudity. Established relationship. Dom/sub undertones.

She lays across their bed naked, hair still damp from her shower, resting her head on her pillow and sees her men walk in. Dean practically ogling her body while Cas has raised a questioning eyebrow followed by a smirk.

“Hello, Y/N,” Cas says.

Smirking with a quirked brow haughtily at Dean, she says, “I would ask if you’re a boob or ass man but I think Cas kind of answers that question for you. Don’tcha think?”

She looks to Cas with a small smile and same brow raised. “Though Cas, I’m curious as to your answer. Being an Angel of the Lord, it makes me curious as to your preferences. Does Dean answer that question for you as well?”

Cas rolls his eyes with nearly with his whole body at her question then stares at her with his dom brow.

Chewing her lip and looking to the bed as she wiggles a foot, an obvious display of her submission. “Sorry,” she says, quietly and sincerely.

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Rewatching The Rapture

Welcome to “It’s Not Like He Boiled *Her* Arm, Jeez: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e20: The Rapture.

Cas appears to Dean in a (lovely, peaceful) dream and gives him a note asking him to meet him at a warehouse. When the boys show up at the warehouse, something angelic has clearly gone down, and they find Cas—but not. It’s Jimmy Novak, the man Cas was using as a vessel. Cas is mysteriously back in heaven. After a good deal of objection and argument from the boys, Jimmy returns home to his family (who think he walked out and disappeared on them a year ago, probably as part of a psychotic break). We see several flashbacks of Jimmy when Cas first began to speak to him, as well as Jimmy’s tortured attempt to rejoin his family. Meanwhile, demons are up to shit, threatening Jimmy and his family. When Cas returns to find Jimmy wounded, he possesses Jimmy’s daughter Claire instead. Cas assures Jimmy that he has done well and will be rewarded in heaven, but Jimmy insists that Cas not subject Claire to the rigors and pains of possession, and Cas agrees to possess Jimmy once again. Cas then reveals to Dean that his trip to heaven has cured him of his doubts and that he serves heaven… not Dean. The boys return to Bobby’s, being all fraught with one another about Sam’s recent confession to Dean that he’s been drinking demon blood. Bobby and Dean trick Sam into the panic room and lock him in, hoping to force him to detox from the blood.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

omg. He deserves to sit by a quiet lake and fish

Mace:

Misha looks so young and gorgeous

Lor:

he DOES

Lor:

the way you know IMMEDIATELY it's not Cas

Mace:

is he…doing a higher-than-his-real-voice voice?

Mace:

or has his voice lowered a bit with age, I wonder

Lor:

yeah I'm not sure. he is for sure doing a higher than Cas voice

Lor:

aw Dean doesn't like that Cas isn't in there anymore. like not just that he doesn't know where Cas is, but like, that is supposed to be Cas and it's NOT

Mace:

YEP

Mace:

I wonder, if Cas never returned at this point, would Dean and Jimmy have gotten together?

Lor:

naah

Lor:

he's too... vanilla

Mace:

but he’s also HOT

Lor:

that IS true

Mace:

and Cas isn’t exactly spicy

Lor:

he WOULD have a lot of fun undoing that aaaaall the way up tie

Lor:

Cas's Dom brow begs to differ

Mace:

may i remind you that those eyebrows belong, in fact, to Jimmy

Lor:

but he doesn't DEPLOY them

Mace:

oookay

Lor:

omg he's just little

Mace:

Oh Sammy

Mace:

we gots to get you off the juice, man

Lor:

right?

Lor:

"was it a refreshing Coke?" Dean, you little shit, I love you

Mace:

snork

Mace:

HANDS

Lor:

YES

Lor:

oooh, I forgot Jimmy cooks. maybe they WOULD get together

Lor:

but he'd have to stop putting his arm in boiling water. Dean's little caretaker heart couldn't take it

Mace:

okay, i relent. Dom Cas just made Jimmy boil his own fucking hand

Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

MACE

Lor:

we just flipflopped

Mace:

oh gross. HER again

Mace:

WE DID

Lor:

ug Anna

Mace:

well, no, actually. I never stopped liking the idea of Dean and Jimmy

Mace:

Jimmy Dean sausage, baby

Lor:

HAHAHAHAHAHA omg dude

Mace:

(oh I just grossed myself out. apologies)

Lor:

(lololololol)

Lor:

oh Jimmy you're gonna be in so much trouble

Mace:

he is SO pretty

Lor:

omg LOOKIT him just lounged there in his t-shirt

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

I mean, if he took the pills, he'd still hear Cas....

Mace:

omg what an idiot. don’t leave him! who tf cares if he takes meds HE’S FLIPPING HOT

Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

and he's not dangerous?

Mace:

well, a little dangerous would be okay...

Lor:

lol

Mace:

ooof that closeup of his LIPS

Lor:

it's like he's all INNOCENT

Lor:

omg the HEAD TILT

Mace:

YES

Mace:

“like what?” like boning? I’d be ready for boning

Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

Amelia kind of annoys me

Mace:

oh LOOKIT HIM with the daughter

Mace:

yeah me too

Mace:

they all drink milk SO WHOLESOME

Lor:

I get her need to protect herself and especially Claire, but her lack of compassion with her husband who she thinks is having a mental break makes me nuts

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

omg the tears in his eyes HE IS SO GOOD

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

omg the way his voice breaks when he says he's not gonna say grace

Mace:

YES

Mace:

Oh Jimmy

Lor:

right?

Lor:

feeling kinda stupid now, AREN'T WE, Amelia?

Mace:

look, Amelia, THAT’s how you support your spouse

Lor:

LOLOLOL

Lor:

"I'm sorry we were" poor Dean just wants to keep people out of this shit

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

jeez Sammy

Mace:

he’s got the DTs leave him be

Lor:

oh fine

Lor:

oh Sammy

Mace:

right? poor tiger

Lor:

Amelia's not here anymore

Mace:

snork

Lor:

heckle and jeckle lol

Mace:

snork!

Mace:

omg Dean’s face when Jimmy gets shot

Lor:

right?

Mace:

yeeeah, they SO wouldn’t get together…

Lor:

picture the look I am giving you

Mace:

aw, loving adoration. thanks, friend.

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

yes, I AM so smart and pretty

Mace:

omg Sammy

Lor:

you ARE

Lor:

ooof Sam

Lor:

and Dean's face

Mace:

YES

Lor:

and Cas!Claire all with the judgement

Mace:

YEP

Mace:

Misha is SO GOOD

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

there are individual performances of all three of them that were absolutely emmy worthy

Mace:

Dean’s all “hello, boyfriend."

Mace:

YES

Lor:

YEP

Lor:

"and I certainly don't serve you"

Mace:

ooooh playing hard to get

Mace:

SMART

Lor:

whatever you gotta tell yourself, hon

Lor:

HAAAHAHAHA

Lor:

oh man, Dean's in a snit. brother's an addict, boyfriend's pretending he doesn't care

Mace:

Sammy. Read the car. Dean has other troubles right now. Boyfriend is playing hard to get.

Lor:

"mostly I'm just tired, man." oooof

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

yeah

Mace:

“shag ass"

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

I ADORE that expression

Lor:

YES

Mace:

BOBBY NO

Mace:

At least put me in there with him, dude

Lor:

oooooo Dean and Bobby setting him up offscreen

Lor:

HA!

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